Chapter 85

Lyle was paired with an older wolf, one of our more experienced warriors, and I saw the initial awkwardness as they attempted to find a rhythm. They stumbled through the first few maneuvers, frustration crossing their faces, but I could see the determination in both of them. I stepped over, offering quiet encouragement, reminding them of the importance of trust.

As the drills continued, Dante and I moved among the wolves, offering guidance, correcting mistakes, and encouraging those who struggled. Little by little, I began to see the change. Wolves who had once worked alone, who had once viewed each other with wariness or even resentment, were learning to move as one.

It wasn’t easy. There were stumbles, muttered frustrations, and the occasional burst of impatience, but with each attempt, the wolves grew closer, their movements more aligned. They began to trust in the strength of the wolf beside them, relying on each other in a way that went beyond simple loyalty. This was unity born from necessity, from the understanding that survival meant placing their lives in each other’s hands.

After a grueling few hours, I called for a break. The pack gathered in small groups, catching their breath, sharing quiet words of encouragement. I could see the camaraderie building, the bonds that had been fragile starting to solidify. Wolves who had once been rivals now shared smiles, offering each other water and helping each other stretch sore muscles.

Dante approached me, his gaze sweeping over the training grounds with a look of satisfaction.

“They’re getting stronger. Not just physically, but as a unit.”

I nodded, a sense of hope swelling in my chest.